Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams,
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans,
You see, the bullshit that I don't need
I'm y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I look in the and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, a nice fellow
Your reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I
I my fucking [?]
Now lets the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard like and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer
And bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up like the this side of my noggin
harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm that
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

get offended, love being darkskinned
23 with the crib and I got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got some vatos [?], he kinda loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we splitting
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some just like a taco
So grab your goggles,
Taco Tuesday, you don't none of that
you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

Crack a with a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts past ya
Ain't worried bout no niggas,
Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is wack when he raps, and he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on tongue
Pussy boy you over, nigga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's
My square homie's license, double life in my
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break
Got a strike on my record, cups, and duck
You want the like us, you need to crip that coast
You to steer that wheel
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?